Déjà Vu

If I had been God
 I would have rearranged the veins
 In the face to make them more resistant
 To alcohol and less prone to aging
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 If I had been God
 I would have sired many sons
 And I would not have suffered
 The Romans to kill even one of them
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 If I had been God
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 With my staff and my rod
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 If I had been given the nod
 I believe I could have done a better job
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 And if I were a drone
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 Patrolling foreign skies
 
 With my electronic eyes for guidance
 And the element of surprise
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 I would be afraid
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 To find someone home
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 Maybe a woman at a stove
 Baking bread, making rice
 Or just boiling down some bones
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 If I were a drone
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 The temple's in ruins
 The bankers get fat
 The buffalo's gone
 And the mountain top's flat
 The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
 You lean to the left, but you vote to the right
 And it feels like déjà vu
 The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
 Counting the cost of love that got lost
 And under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools
 There's ninety-nine cents
 Worth of drunkards and fools